I almost caught our choir trying to break the law.
The piece clearly was labeled for a mixed choir, but we were solidly white. Someone call the singing cops. This was blatant disregard for a composer(in this case stranger)'s wishes.
Then, very talented Hatian boy entered and all were saved! Although our mixture was far from homogeneous it truly represented a mixture, so all was well in Zion.
Well, I still need to run, the cold weather changed my routine. I run first thing on Wii fit, but this morning, my foot hurts from trying to demonstrate stage fighting tips. I "fake" tripped on a shoelace. I was not wearing shoes and bruised my heel. It hurts to step down so I walk on my toes, but I wonder what aerobic I can do in place of running.
I also had to reglue a minimermaid for Mary. It is presently redrying. And I am crocheting an afghan for someone for Christmas and while I do that I was listening to Isaiah, because I have been so prayerful and it has been said that we speak to the Father through prayer and he speaks back through scripture.
Strangely and unexpectedly, every word reminded me of my brother. It seemed like it was said over and over that even admist all of the calamity, the Lord still out stretches his arms. This is how I felt about my brother years ago.
It was from thinking about how perfect his life is now that I got a communication.
Although neither of us realized it at the time, giving him a book of Mormon was a turning point. He was not headed down the same path, in fact, he was what one might call a black sheep, it was because he was so filled with worldly ideas, what I mean to say is that he listened to media and music and chose it as his source. He was good, mind you. Every thought I get from pop music is good and inspirational, too, but it is bad in that it distracts us from something better.
The answer to my sincere prayers is that I need to willfully turn more to the scriptures for my wisdom if I want to emulate the success of my brother, which I do.
I can now see how his wrong choices helped him be sure of the right one, by noting the distinction. He is now, so wise and so strong. I remember on his mission he wrote a letter to my parent about exact obedience, that was profound and visibly life changing.
It will be much harder to correct for me because I have made it my life to convince myself and others that I was right, so why change?
When my home teacher visited last week, I realized a truth that had escaped me, that I need to repent and change through the atonement just as much as anyone else that is what the church is for: Sinners. And I am not perfect or else I would have been translated, but I'm still in English :)
